Liz's answer died on her lips as she twisted her neck and noticed what Peter let out of his pants. "Suddenly I feel really happy that you changed the deal, honey," Liz said as she dragged her gaze over his length. "With that monster, two climaxes doesn't seem as impossible as I first thought."
"I didn't know you were a size queen, Lizzy," Peter said as he aligned his cock with her entrance, enjoying the worshipful expression on blooming on her face.
"Don't be silly, honey," she said, her explanation interrupted by a satisfied moan as he pushed his presence inside her. "All women are size queens, especially when such a monster attached to someone that knows how to use it to its full potential. We just don't want to admit it."
"Good to know," Peter whispered into her ear, followed by a soft nibble teasing the sensitive skin on her neck. "But hold tight, because, with the bet, I don't feel like coddling you."
"Pride comes before the fall, sweetie-," Liz started, only for her sentence to get interrupted by a loud cry as he pushed himself deeper inside her, her warmth enveloping his shaft snugly.
"Tight," he murmured in enjoyment, spending a second to enjoy the feeling before continuing. "But, keep your voice low, Lizzy. If your cries pull an audience, I'll take the bet as my victory."
"You know what," Liz managed to say between moans. "I don't think I like the diminutive way you're using my name."
"Tough cookies," Peter said even as he pulled back for a second, only to push even deeper. "You just have to get used to it." Then, before she could say anything, he grabbed the top of her dress and tugged down, revealing her breast, round and full, much better than he had imagined. He let his fingers dance over her globes, caressing her soft skin. Then, his his fingers sank deep, testing the perkiness of her flesh. "B plus," he whispered into her ear, knowing it would galvanize her even further.
"B plus," she growled in playful anger even as she started moving her hips in a way that enhanced Peter's pleasure significantly. "I will show you B plus you tasteless asshole."
"Not a bad idea," Peter whispered with a hungry tone even as he brought his hand over her puckered hole.
"Don't you dare," she growled, though her panic was unfounded. He didn't have any intention of doing it right now. Anal required an extensive preparation to prevent it from being a disaster, a preparation he wasn't willing to bother tonight. Of course, it was up to air for the future. Instead, Peter continued slamming into her, focusing to build up her pleasure until her moans started to become too loud, echoing in the rooftop. He pressed his hand over her mouth, muffing her before she brought half of the school as spectacle. With her voice cut down and being assaulted from behind without mercy, with the support of his free hand that managed to discover a new set of sensitive spots, triggering an insistent, pervasive tremble, invading her body completely.
"Did you liked your teaser, Lizzy," Peter said, deliberately stretching her name, knowing that she would be unable gather a proper amount of anger after another orgasm, and which would make her even more annoyed. It was amusing to watch the birth of the sparks of anger in her eyes, only to be forcibly turned into pleasure as he continued slamming deep into her.
Receiving no answer, he pulled back, intent on changing the position which would force Liz deeper into the pleasure, only to realize something interesting. Somewhere during their intimate encounter, she had lost her ability to stand without assistance, and only his enhanced reflexes saved her, his arms wrapping around her midsection to prop her up. An easy laugh departed his lips.
"You'll see you smug bastard. Just let me catch my breath a second, and I'll blow your mind."
"That's interesting," Peter said mockingly as he pressed his shaft against her entrance once more, "that you believe the notion that I have the slightest intention of letting you to catch your breath."
"But," she stuttered, trying to sound shocked, but the way she was moving her hips gave up the lie that came from her lips. "But that's unfair."
"Lizzy, Lizzy," Peter repeated in amusement, enjoying the way she perked up every time she heard her unwelcome nickname. "The deal is one to three, but you're still crying foul. Maybe we should cancel the deal, if you are going to play dirty."
"Bring it on, asshole," she repeated, propping Peter to caress her puckered hole once more. "Again, Lizzy, be careful of the words that are escaping your beautiful, yet careless lips. Seed my subconscious too much, and you might end up with an unwelcome surprise." Then he stopped, and taken an attention to the way she purred. "Or is that a welcome surprise."
The way her body stiffened was enough answer for Peter, but he made a note and shelved it for now. It was an encounter for the future. Instead, he propped her against the wall once more, then crouched until her nether lips were just an inch away from his lips, a distance that dwindled into nothing just a second later. His tongue conducted a brief exploration of the surface as he carefully examined the way her body reacted, identifying the points of failure her body was in possession. Then, he put an action map in place, and started it by drawing a large, smooth circle around her slit.
"I hate you," Liz shouted in a tone that contained no more hatred than rainbows and cotton candies contained.
"Really," Peter said, pulling back a second, letting his fingers to take the shift for a second. "So, you would be satisfied if I pulled away, turned back, and left you here."
She turned, glaring daggers. "Do that, and I cut your balls off," she said, somehow managing to be scarier than the villains he faced as a part of his daily routine.
Peter would have canceled his plan of abandoning her even if he had a desire to do so. Thankfully, he had no such intention, so he brought his tongue to her clit once again, earning a new set of pleasure filled cries. He brought his hands over her legs, exploring her inner thighs for additional boosters, an expedition that paid of nicely a second later, when she let out a moan so loud that she had to press both of her hands over her lips to stifle it even a bit. She wasn't very successful, not when her cries were loud enough to shatter windows.
Again, it didn't take long for her to reach another climax, cutting her legs under her suddenly that only his immediate action of taking her into a bridal hold. "It was amazing," Liz murmured in a dazed slumber. "I give up, you win."
"I'm afraid I can't accept that, Lizzy," he said even as he walked closer to the edge of the building. "What if you change your mind tomorrow and try to declare some kind of draw by technicality. No, we said three, and you're going to get three." He had arrived at the edge of the building, the large opening separated only by a thick iron bar. He let her feet to touch to the ground, and her hand instantly grabbed the iron that hung on the edge of the building to balance herself, unknowingly taking the position Peter wanted all along.
He pushed inside her, this time not even bothering to letting her adapt, knowing she was already wet and loose enough from the earlier rounds. She moaned once more, this time not even bothering to contain her voice. "I would have to try to make less noise if I were you, you never know when a passerby could notice your amazing tits, dangling for their voyeur eyes."
That proved enough to cut off her noise completely, though the way she clamped around his girth made him sure that he wasn't the only one that was finding the situation arousing. Too enjoyable, even, enough to make him feel like the bet was actually at risk. But he took a glance at her face, and decided there was no need for concern. She looked as drunk as an unmarried woman in her best friend's wedding, and that was without touching one drop of alcohol.
Then, she tightened one last time, her warmth covering him tight enough to push her to the edge in a surprise counterattack. Thankfully, the bet was already won, and he was free to paint her dress white in a way that was accessible to males only., turning her dress into a mess that no dry cleaning could fix. Lucky that he had come across a windfall that would allow him to survive a shopping trip, even with a high-maintenance girl like Liz.
Still, that was enough to push Liz off the count. She stumbled once more, unbalanced like a punch-drunk boxer. Thankfully, she managed enough presence of mind to hug him as he fixed her dress then returned to the corridors. He arrived at his motorcycle without anyone noticing, avoiding any prospect of danger with his enhanced senses.
"Hold tight," he said, and her arms wrapped around his body. Thankfully, the walk helped her to awaken enough that he could trust her not to fall off. The ride passed silent, with both of them enjoying the sensation of the night air on their faces. Several minutes later, they were in front of Liz's house.
"It's good that we made that bet," Liz murmured as she dismounted his bike in front of her house. "I hate to admit that I don't think I can satisfy you in a regular manner if you could perform even a fraction of it regularly." Peter felt a silly smile spread across his face, though it wasn't surprising. He doubted that there was a hot-blooded male that could stand unaffected off that particular sentence. Liz pinched him, trying to look stern, a lost cause after the rollercoaster of pleasure she had ridden. "Don't be smug, nobody likes a bragger."
"Should have assumed that you won't invite me inside then."
"God no," Liz said with a laugh. "I would have if it was Friday, but tomorrow is school, and I need to be able to walk. It would be hard to do as it is."
Peter smiled softly, then leaned for a kiss, a soft, but lingering one. "Have a good night, Lizzy," he said.
She pinched him once more, then turned and walked towards the door, swinging her lips with each step. "See you tomorrow, stallion," she said, and disappeared on the doorway.
Peter returned to his bike, a smile persistent on his face. It was even lucky for the criminals, who ended up meeting with Spider-man during his late-night patrol, just to end up wrapped in web and receiving a stern talking, with almost no punching involved.
However, Jason wasn't as lucky as those petty criminals, a fact he learned during the lunch break. Peter was walking through the corridors, trying to find Gwen. He wanted to talk with her before the issue between them festered to the point of amputation. He found her after a while, but with an annoying detail. Jason was there as well, strutting like a peacock as he tried to flirt with her, repeatedly squeezing his muscles to look bigger to compensate for yesterday's humiliation.
Peter would have left her to be if she looked even slightly into him instead of watching both ends of the corridor, searching for something specific. When she saw Peter, she tried to smile in a cruel manner, but it was a foreign expression to her beautiful lips, not to mention the pain and jealousy burning her eyes. Still, Peter was sure before yesterday, he would have no attempt to prevent her, and would climb on top of to a building to sulk as Spider-man. But not now, not after he realized how much he screwed of his own life by fearing to act. He had no intention staying passively as life tortured him.
So, he just walked behind Jason, who was leaning towards Gwen's lips as she closed her eyes, though her expression told him that she was not enjoying the moment, which made it even easier for him to break it. He grabbed Jason's hair and pulled him away, making him cry in shock. "What do you want, squirt," he managed to say, though the intimidation factor was sadly lacking with the exact pose he was sporting. Also, Peter could see his legs were trembling. Not surprising, considering he was not feeling particularly accepting towards him, and his anger, though hard to arouse, was something to be scared, as some of the more undiscriminating criminals learned to their shock and pain.
Peter said nothing, just looked at him blankly for a second before slamming his fist to the locker. He made sure to apply just a small fraction of his power, but even that was enough to leave a sizable dent in the locker as the sound rang in the corridor. Jason turned, noticed at the imprint, his eyes growing in shock with the realization that the nerd they were teasing was much more dangerous than they assumed. He scampered away, and Peter let him be. He had more important things to focus.
He turned his face towards Gwen, who was looking at him with anger, yet he could detect hints of arousal coloring the edges. "What are you doing, Peter?" she asked pleadingly. "What happened to you?"
"Follow me," he said and started walking, not even bothering to check whether she was following him. Not that he needed when he could easily hear her hesitant footsteps against the backdrop of the school, whispers once again a storm against his unusual behavior. It didn't matter to him, the only thing that mattered was Gwen's footsteps, obediently following him towards the gym, a place that would be empty in that particular moment.
"Why we are here, Peter," she said with an angry tone, closing the door behind her. Peter stepped in front of her as soon as the door was closed, and pushed her against the wall that ended next to the door. She opened her mouth to protest, but he leaned forward, locking off her protest. Despite being caught flat-footed, her lips started to answer him in passion, her objections taking the backseat.
Still, for all the passion, he wasn't exactly surprised when a slap rang on his cheek as soon as he pulled away, her anger prominent once more. But it didn't bother Peter, because her anger was tainted with desire and longing. "That, I deserved," he chuckled darkly before leaning for another kiss.
It caught her with surprise, unable to believe another kiss was following her slap. Her mouth opened in response to spew a response, but Peter decided to use the opportunity provided to slip a tongue inside her mouth, compounding her shock as he plundered her mouth. Only after a lingering kiss where she stayed much more passive Peter pulled back. Unsurprisingly, another slap followed. "This one, you'll pay later," Peter said, his smile telling that the payment would be extracted in a unique was enjoyable for both. Stunned under his dark, loaded smile, Gwen was no different than a butterfly caught in a spider's web, watching spellbound as the spider walked around her lazily, knowing that his prey lacked the ability to escape.
"How dare-" she started, only to get silenced by a finger, sealing her lips.
"I dare, Gwen, because I dare. There is no deeper meaning to it. I'm bored from waiting for the whims of the life while waiting passively, so I decided to change. As you can attest, it's working perfectly." He pulled back to see whether she would be able to say anything, but no words left her mouth. "Anyway," he added. "We can talk about it at seven, when I pick you up for our date."
With that, he turned and started walking away. "Arrogant asshole," Gwen tried to shout at him, her voice trembling with confusion.
Peter turned, a much darker smile on his lips. "Good reminder," he said as he walked towards her once more, with her frozen under his attention. "I almost forget about your misguided attempt at making me jealous." He leaned towards her shoulder, and pushed the collar of her t-shirt to the side, revealing her pale, glistening skin. He leaned, pressed his lips to the surface, enjoying the way she trembled under his touch. Then, he bit her, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to leave a mark behind. She gasped, and he smiled. "Just to remind you that you are mine," he said his last words before turning and leaving the room.
Rest of the school passed without any event. It seemed that Flash and his buddies either learned their lesson, or hadn't been able to gather enough courage for a second round. He thought about searching Liz, but decided otherwise. It would be much more efficient to talk her after he concluded his date with Gwen. Instead, he stayed silent on the lessons, paying the minimal attention while he doodled some designs. It had occurred him that limiting himself to his web-shooters was a dangerous oversight, and having a wider range of items would increase his utility, and allow him to respond a wider variety of situations. Such as the web grenade he was currently busy with.
Soon, the lessons ended, and Peter left the school on his bike, people's attention on him once again as they tried to process the sudden shift in the school hierarchy. Peter could see that it was confusing for them, as he wasn't acting in line with their expectations.
He kept himself busy in his garage other than a quick patrol around the neighborhood, trying to assemble the grenade he had come up with during the class, so when the time for his date rolled in, he had several prototypes ready to be used. He was at Gwen's building at exactly seven, and he sent her a message. 'Be down in five, or I'll come to pick you up.' He received no response, but he didn't care. He was perfectly capable of entering the building to make the second part of his message the reality.
It was two past seven when Gwen appeared in the entrance of the building, wearing loose jeans a sweater., her hair carelessly gathered behind in a single pile. Peter held back a smile. On the surface, it seemed like she picked her clothes in a hurry, showing just how unimportant the date in her eyes, all while somehow managing to look good. However, she didn't know that Peter could pick out details unseen to the normal eye, betraying the hour she spent on that careless natural look.
"Are you ready," Peter said with a smile.
"I'm," she said, her voice genuinely angry even as she took her seat behind him. "Let's finish this farce, so that I could go never talking with you in my life."
"Good," Peter said, passing the helmet to her. "Hold tight," he said just before cranking up the engine, giving the start of a breathtaking journey through the streets of New York.
Author notes: I hope everyone enjoyed the story.
For the ones that are interested, I have also started a Wattpad page for my original stories. The first one is already up. An Unusual Revenge, by Dirk Grey. To find it, you can paste this number after the wattpad/ as well: 581024444.